A/N: Hi, guys! Hmm...don't have much to say right now...first Sky High fic...yeah, it's Warren/OC...yeah, Will has a sister...I just hope it's not too cliche. Oh, and please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Melissa and Renee. And maybe some other characters of my own invention that I have yet to come up with...? Yeah.

Chapter One: The Headache Begins

By Sorceress Damia

"There's a black cloud over this house

That's been around for three years now

There's a thunderstorm inside

And it won't go away, no it won't go away.

That's why they call it a union

That's why they call it a union

So both of you please forgive me tonight,

That's why they call it a union

So please forgive me tonight..."

I heard the sounds of Less Than Jake from the alarm clock and groggily reached over to hit the snooze button. After nearly three times of trying and failing, my eyes opened immediately. The particular song playing, "That's Why They Call It A Union" was track number eleven on the CD! See, I have one of those alarm clocks that you can set the alarm to go off to a CD...and you can choose which track you want it to go off on. Every day, my alarm clock goes off to track number one...

I grabbed the small CD player/alarm clock and shouted "SHIT!" as I looked at the time. I had approximately twenty minutes to dress, get ready, eat breakfast, and brush my teeth. I have no time to do anything! Every day before I leave for school I usually do yoga and meditation to prepare myself for the day. Luckily, I take my baths at night as part of my unwinding-meditation ritual. Goddess, today is the worst possible day of all for me to sleep in! Today, I'm starting at a new school with my younger brother, Will. It's called Sky High.

Ah, Sky High. The perfect high school on earth. The school for aspiring super heroes. The only problem was, I'm not an aspiring hero, heroine, what have you. I'm an aspring artist. I've been going to my old school, Arthur Bently Academy for the Arts, since I was in sixth grade. It was my dream to get my diploma there with my best friend, Renee. Well, that dream flew out the window, literally.

I've had my powers since I was in the seventh grade. I inherited my mother's power of flight, but that's not the only power I gained. It was my grandmother's on my father's side. I have the ability to move and change my hair style and color (right now it was a bright pink). My hair can attack and pick up things...it's like I have extra limbs. For nearly four years I had been hiding this fact from my dad...because I knew if he found out my days at Arthur Bently would be over with for good.

I was so careful, and then one day over the summer I had to fuck it up real good at a family cookout. We were playing frisbee, and the next thing I knew, I was in the air to get the frisbee, and I stayed there.

That was last July. My dad nearly broke my ribs, he hugged me so much. He "convinced" me to attend his alma mater. And now, I'm stuck repeating my freshman year at a school that I never wanted to go to. I hate having powers. It sucks. It separates you from everyone else. Luckily, my dad only knows about my flight...he has yet to find out about my hair. He just thinks I dye it...not that that makes him feel more comfortable with it.

Is it really too much to ask to not have to go to this school?

Getting back to the situation at hand, I rushed around and just slipped any old thing on. Upon further inspection, I noticed that I was wearing a dark blue babydoll t-shirt with the Element symbol that read "Element Earth Air Fire Water," regular cargo jeans, a studded belt, and my Vans. A bunch of bracelets, a wrist band, a studded bracelet, rings, a pentacle and a ball necklace completed my outfit.

Call me gothic, punk, skater, or emo, and I'll kick your ass. I hate stereoypes.

I hurriedly ran a brush through my hair, and concentrated on a simple french braid. My hair formed into the style. Why I really care about my appearance even that much is beyond me. I grabbed my messenger bag and skateboard and rushed downstairs. My room is the entire attic. I'll tell you about it later...right now I'm going to focus on the predicament I'm in right now.

I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and was met with a rather green-looking Will. Poor kid! He's my little baby brother (okay, so only by a year and a half, but so what?)and even though he can be annoying, I still love him to bits.

Sometimes I love my dad and sometimes I hate my dad. Right now I hate him. One, I don't want to go to Sky High. Two, he's putting all this "We're expecting great things out of you, Will!" when poor Will has yet to develop powers. I really wish we could switch places. That way I'd be on my way to Arthur Bently right now. And I'd be a sophmore. Honestly, freshman year in high school is the worst...why would I want to repeat it?

In the middle of breakfast, a call came from mom and dad to take out the baddie. I rolled my eyes. "Duty calls, kids. Have a good day first day of school." Dad said as he and mom gave us hugs and kisses (well, me hugs and kisses. Will's at that awkward I'm-a-teenage-boy-don't-show-me-affection-stage). We went out to the bus stop and boarded the bus when it arrived. Well, guess I have no further need of my skateboard in the mornings. The driver was an overly happy fellow named Ron. Will sat next to this Zach kid and I sat next to Layla.

"So, Melissa, are you ready to start at Sky High?" Layla asked conversationally.

"Not at all. I already miss my old school. And I'm bummed that I have to re-live my freshman year. How about you? Are you ready to start Sky High?"

"Oh, as ready as I'll ever be." Goddess, I wish I was as confident as she was. I was so nervous that I was going to fuck the situation six ways to Sunday more than I already fucked it up, that I didn't realize that the seatbelts came down over our chests and we had rocketed into the air. Then it kicked in and I joined the rest of the students in thier scream-fest. My doctor says I have very delayed responses. She's referring to the time that I accidentally kicked her in the stomach when she was checking my reflexes. I was only thirty seconds off, I swear.

Once landed, we filed off the bus to be greeted by what could only be described as one fat prick, one skinny prick, and the Barbie doll I've never had. Surprisingly, the fat one was superfast, I could barely see him. The skinny one could stretch. Being in the front, I was the closest to him. He surprised me when he stretched his neck close to my face. Sweet Brighid! He was kind of cute, but he ruined it when he whispered, "That ain't the only thing I can stretch, babe. Hope you're a hero and not a lame sidekick, cutie." I growled and went to smack my skateboard across his face, but he had already stretched back that I missed my mark completely. I hate guys like that.

The boys introduced themselves as Lash and Speed. Then they gave an unbeliveably asinine, obviously routine speech about how the heroes ruled the school, and that if you were a sidekick you better watch out. I'm loving the maturity level already. And these guys are supposed to be seniors? These are the guys that in a year will be the new hope for the world? Holy shit. I don't need one of my premonitions to see that that's going to end up a disaster. Oh, man, I really wish I was in Mrs. Hawkins' homeroom right now with Renee!

Then the Barbie doll stepped up and gave us a run over of the rules and expectations of Sky High. She sounded so self-important and prestiegous, I snickered and turned to Will...who was totally spacing.

Oh my Goddess! He does not like that girl, he can't! I waved my hand in front of his eyes. Gag me with a spoon, he does! Just looking at her, all puffed up and important, just pissed me off right there. If I know her type, she'd be all over THE COMMANDER'S SON if Will ever made a movie. That is so just my luck, then I'd have to hang out with her! Just shoot me!

When she finished her speech, Barbie (Okay, so her real name is Gwen, but I refuse to call her that. She is sullying the name of the best ska singer ever, Gwen Stefani. I know that's immature, but at this point, I'm starting to not give a shit) led us to a huge gymnasium where we would be undergoing a process known as "Power Placement."

Oh, goodie. I was called up after the cute redhead that could change into other people. I don't really like using my powers against people (shit, I don't really like using my powers anyway, it's what landed me here!), but to hell with it, it's just flying. Even though Mom beats a lot of villains with her flying doesn't mean I have to.

Maybe I just enjoy flying? Whatever, I have no clue, but there's no way in hell I'm showing the loud coach Boomer my hair power.

So, I was made hero. I wish I could say the same for poor Will. Layla, too. She had more guts than I did, she stood up to him and told him she didn't use her powers against people. In fact, I was the only one of the little group we had formed that was actually made a hero. I feel like shit, to be very blunt with you. I don't even want to go to this school and I'm a hero. Oh well, that won't stop me from sitting with them at lunch.

Principal Powers herself escorted me to my first class.

"Since you are actually a sophmore, I'll be placing you ahead with the rest of the sophmore class. You'll have to work a bit harder to catch up, but your father tells me that you are amazingly bright and that you have a knack for learning." She beamed at me. I guess she's just as proud as my own father to have The Commander's Daughter at Sky High.

Yeah, I do have a knack for learning. When it's something I want to learn. Like languages, history, philosophy, art...interesting stuff. Not...hero stuff. This whole hero thing is seriously cramping my style, and it hasn't even been an hour since I was deemed an official hero trainee.

We finally reached my classroom. We were greeted by a man with a huge head. That's all I can say. His name was Mr. Medulla, and he was my...mad...science...teacher. Besides the fact that I kind of hate science...but mad science? Maybe this is just one fucked up dream and I'll wake up to Less Than Jake and be able to go to Arthur Bently? Alright, wishful thinking, but still. Principal Powers left, and I walked into the classroom, sweeping my gaze over the students as Mr. Medulla introduced me to the class.

There was one in the back...all I can say is he's gorgeous. He also looks like he's about rip anyone's throat out if they even try to talk to him. A loner. Who has better chances, me with him or my brother with Barbie? Seeing as he was made a sidekick, I'm sure that relationship would be taboo.

"...sitting next to Warren Peace...Warren, raise your hand so Melissa can see you."

Oh. My. Goddess. I'm sitting next to glaring boy. I don't know if I'm lucky or not. I sauntered over to the seat next to him, plopped my stuff down, and took my seat.

"Okay, class, today we'll be making a shrink ray. The items needed are already on your desk, as well as the instructions. You have until the end of class. The person sitting next to you will be your lab partner for the rest of the year. Begin." Mr. Medulla turned around and sat at his desk.

Why do I get the feeling that although I'm sitting and working for the rest of the year with the most gorgeous guy in the classroom, that this won't be pleasant?

"Uh, I have no idea how to do this, I'm new..." I started, but he interruped me in a clipped tone, saying "Save it."

As shown with Lash, I don't give a flying duck how cute or gorgeous anyone is, I hate being treated rudely.

"Who peed in your cheerios this morning? Shit, man. What did I ever do to you besides ask a fucking question?"

"Listen, don't take this personally, but your father..." he began, but I interruped him.

"OhMyGoddess!" I said in a rush, "Now I see what this is about!"

"Then you already know why I don't like you." He said simply as he picked up the pieces and started fitting them together, although without much success.

"Of course! It's just like at my old school...you think I'm a snob, don't you?" I asked, nearly in tears. I couldn't help it. My mom says I'm overly emotional. My doctor says I'm just prone to mood swings. One minute I'll be happy-go-lucky, the next minute I'll be gushing over something adorable, then I'll be sighing over something romantic, or I'll be in a helping, kind, calm mood, or I'll be completely pissed off and ready to rip someone's throat out, or...you get the point.

I was nearly in tears because this has been happening all my life. People automatically think that because I'm the daugher of The Commander and Jetstream, that I get everything I want and that I think I'm a lot better than they are. I've lost tons of friends over it. I'm even reluctant to tell new friends who my parents are. This is yet another reason why I don't want to be a superhero. I don't want to be better than anyone else. Renee is the only exception to this. Maybe it's because she can see ghosts?

The funny thing is that Warren looked like I had just sprouted a second head. Maybe even a third.

"Huh?" He voiced his thoughts out loud.

A/N: And that's it for now! Cliffhanger, I know, but I HAD to...I've been writing this and editing it for the last three hours...I need a break. Please, please review and tell me what you think! Even though I'm posting this, I might edit it...so if the chapter says "EDIT" on it that means I did edit it. Oh, and I'm using WordPad for this...which doesn't have spell check...I think I did pretty good, but this computer is new, so I don't have any other word processing program yet. If there are a lot of mistakes, please let me know.

Anyway, to clear things up, yes, Melissa is Wiccan. For those of you who don't know, Wiccan is a Goddess religion and it is very peaceful, despite rumors that it's satanism and evil black magic. It's not, and anyone who claims that they do dark magic and they are Wiccan, they are ignorant and they put a stain on the rest of the Wiccan population (I can't say the rest of "us" because I'm not Wiccan, but my best friend is, and she's taught me a lot of things about the religion). In fact, true Wiccans follow the Wiccan Rede, which states that "An it harm none, do what ye will." They also follow the Three-Fold Law, which states that any energy that is sent out in the form of magic will return to you three times, so if you do harmful magic, then harm will come back to you threefold. The same goes with helpful magic.

Oh, and Wiccans cannot turn people into frogs. It's not that type of "magic." If you cast a spell to lose weight, you cannot just expect it to work overnight. You must also put effort. It's mostly positive thinking and positive energy...I just wanted to clear that up in case the "Goddess" comments in the story confused anyone or gave anyone the wrong idea...if you are interested in learning more, google Wicca, or you can contact me at my email see bio

Another thing: according to my friend, never dabble. If you read this, and think that it sounds cool, don't go by what I'm writing here. Only try out Wicca because you feel that this is where your path is leading. There is no "recruitment" in Wicca.

And if anyone was confused by the "Sweet Brighid" comment, then let me clear it up...Brighid is a Celtic goddess. Saint Brigit was named after her.

Sorry about the long ramble...until next time!